Dear 2020,
I have seen me thriving through all the mountains and valleys that 2019 gave. I have seen me failing at times and growing up from there. I have swam a pool of emotional trauma. Yet, I am here,through the process of wilting and blooming,again. And now stepping into a new year, I am carrying all the fragments of love,better hope and failures of ancestor years ,as my companion of this new journey. I am carrying the fragments of the past,which I am reluctant to leave alone in the history. 2020, I need you to know that whatever comes out of me - good or bad, is the shattered pieces of me evolving into a person. It's me trying to detach the parts of other people which I have been carrying all these years. 2020, know that I ain't afraid of falling, instead I am in an urge to grow as a person,in whole. Pluck me up at times,so I can wilt and later grow back and bloom,unfil the pond,so I can fight for a breath,scratch off my paint, so I can repaint.
With hope,
Poornima.
I have seen me thriving through all the mountains and valleys that 2019 gave. I have seen me failing at times and growing up from there. I have swam a pool of emotional trauma. Yet, I am here,through the process of wilting and blooming,again. And now stepping into a new year, I am carrying all the fragments of love,better hope and failures of ancestor years ,as my companion of this new journey. I am carrying the fragments of the past,which I am reluctant to leave alone in the history. 2020, I need you to know that whatever comes out of me - good or bad, is the shattered pieces of me evolving into a person. It's me trying to detach the parts of other people which I have been carrying all these years. 2020, know that I ain't afraid of falling, instead I am in an urge to grow as a person,in whole. Pluck me up at times,so I can wilt and later grow back and bloom,unfil the pond,so I can fight for a breath,scratch off my paint, so I can repaint.
With hope,
Poornima.
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